One Hundred Percent Good

you won't tell anyone 
you're lousy with secretspoke my eye 
out I'll lost me left side you canflip me 
over like a record or a turtle which 
everyou prefer one way I'll keep spinning 
the other I'll die in the sun her 
sad crush to an ugly boylike me when you run 
I just walk fast you can bethe big 
shot just don't shoot yourself let me 
putthis away and I'll come complain 
with you Iremember them standing in the circle.